Under the Glass Bell

All the Good Girls are at Home with Broken Hearts

I had a moment of pure joy yesterday. It was a cool day here in Chicago, sunny and the leaves are beautiful colors. I drove from my house to Target to pick up some last minute things for Baby C's Halloween party. Free Fallin' came on the radio and I blasted it and sang along and all felt right in the world.

And then I came back to reality. The hub has been sick for 5 days, Char has been sick and is teething, I'm working myself into the ground at work and we're all cranky as hell. I just threw out the rest of the Halloween candy as I know that stuffing my face with chocolate all day has not helped the mood issue.

Char was adorable yesterday. He had six friends over in the afternoon. I had to work for most of it, but came up for a while and took some photos.

Here is something completely out of left field, but it drives me nuts. I absolutely hate sippy cups. They just gross me out. I know that I have a super keen sense of smell, but come on. The hard plastic holds odors. I cannot stand picking up a cup before pouring milk in it and smelling dish soap. And don't get me going on those stupid plastic valves. It is impossible to feel like one of those has actually been sanitized. Plus, I'm constantly fighting with my husband over it as he forgets to take them out and clean them separately from the cup. Twice now, I've pulled out a valve before I gave it to my guy to find moldy milk gunkus inside. I am constantly yelling at B, "You're going to kill the baby!"

Yeah, I'm a bit on edge as of late.

Monday night, Tori Amos at the Auditorium Theatre second row seats. I need a lip gloss boost in my America.

Brought over old blog entries

Yep. I did. So, my old blog is now merging with this one. I felt so naked, having written a blog for several years and yet having so few posts on this new one.

Still been in a funky up and down place. I did manage to get out for a nice brisk walk today. It bought me 2 Weight Watchers activity points. Oh, yeah, have I said that I'm on weight watchers? Yep, I am. And LOVING the results. When I went out on my own and started my company five years ago, I slid into this uber-sedentary lifestyle. Then, add having a baby on to it and whoo hooo, my weight had gotten out of control. So I started WW back in January. I do the online version. I'm not a meeting sort of gal. I immediately dropped a lot, but since my aunt died, I've been using food as a crutch and not losing much. To date, I've lost 18 pounds. I'm so proud of that, but more happy about the fact that I know I can get down to where I want to be simply by sticking with the plan.

I'm feeling a bit guilty for being such a Darcy Downer in my last entry. However, nothing was dramatized. That's truly where I was. Bluh. B and I leave for Maui on Sunday. We're gone for the entire week. I cannot wait. I need some downtime. And the jungle. And the beach.